last night i was at g. i hardly ever go to this bar, because it's in the epicenter of chelsea, a neighborhood that i have a love-hate relationship with. too many cute guys, muscles, attitude, girl drinks, girl mannerisms; it turns me on and off too erratically, starts to feel like an uncomfortable drug experience, and pushes me back home after not too long. but tonight mao called me from there right as toby, dom, joe, and i were finishing up with another too-awful-to-avoid episode of queer as folk, and so we're there. a shorter guy who looked latino looked at me, smiled, and said, "do you live in the east village?" i said yes, and he replied "we've talked online before. you're very cute. i'll email you" and then he was gone.

what does it all mean, lord?